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Chapter 136 The Greatest Sound is Silent

"Quiet down!"

Wu Mengsheng gave a soft shout, his voice like metal striking stone, suddenly exploding and almost instantly drowning out the roar of the giant waves, the howl of the sea monster, and the cries and screams of the entire ship.

The sound carried an invisible power, and the entire sea fell silent.

He held his zither and stepped into the air, one step at a time.

Countless people and countless fish and shrimp looked up, their gazes following his figure as he slowly rose, their astonishment, confusion, and shock intertwined on every face.

He ascended into the air, sat cross-legged, placed the zither in his arms across his knees, and gently stroked the strings with his fingertips.

"You guys," his voice came from above, "first you ruined my enjoyment of drinking, and now you've ruined my enjoyment of tea."

"You all deserve to die!"

His fingers gently plucked the strings.

There is no sound.

Yes, there was no sound at all.

The strings were clearly vibrating, and the fingertips were clearly plucking and strumming, but it was as if they were swallowed up by some force, and not even a buzzing sound could be heard.

But between the "name" and the "reality" in Qi Fei's perception, the silent zither music exploded like thunder!

A murderous aura filled the air, and the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses seemed to echo in the air, as if thousands of troops were galloping and neighing in the void, with sword energy crisscrossing and covering the sky!

Wu Mengsheng continued playing the piano, his ten fingers flying across the strings, which vibrated incessantly.

But the people around him still couldn't hear anything.

Tiger Guard initially wore a mocking expression, his huge mouth slightly upturned, as if looking at a madman who didn't know his own limitations.

But soon, its smile froze.

It sensed the terror hidden beneath the silence, which reminded it of a horrific sect.

"A madman from the Great hope Sword Sect!"

Tiger Guard gasped sharply, let out a low growl, his massive body shuddered violently, and turned to dive into the deep sea to escape.

Just as it turned around, the fish, shrimp, and crabs that surged onto the deck also "heard" the music.

The sound of the zither exploded out of thin air from inside their bodies, as if each sea monster had an invisible sword hidden inside it, which was now awakened by the sound of the zither and rushed outward with a roar!

One burst of blood mist after another erupted, rising and falling in an endless stream.

In the blink of an eye, the sea around the giant loach was dyed crimson, and the strong smell of seafood wafted in with the sea breeze, so strong that it was almost nauseating.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Wu Mengsheng's gaze, though clearly blind, was locked onto the orca desperately diving downwards. A slight, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Did you hear that? My sword."

The orca did not hear that sentence.

It had already dived thousands of meters into the water, the only sound the roar of the current. But it didn't need to hear it. Its instincts told it there was no escape.

South of the South China Sea, there are two well-known sword sects: the Daxing Sword Sect and the Dayu Sword Sect.

The two factions fought each other for many years, earning a formidable reputation in the south of the South China Sea, and inspiring fear in all who heard of them.

North of the South China Sea, there is another sword sect called the Great hope Sword Sect.

Every twenty years, the three factions would hold a sword-fighting tournament in the South China Sea to determine who was superior.

The sword duel that took place twenty years ago near the Dragon Palace of the South Sea. The Great Form Sword Sect and the Great Fool Sword Sect joined forces, a rare occurrence, to launch a surprise attack on the Great Delight Sword Sect, two against one.

The results of it?

The Da hope Sword Sect fought against two opponents and won a pyrrhic victory.

Both the Great Form and the Great Fool factions suffered heavy losses, while the Dragon King of the South Sea stood in the Dragon Palace watching all this, and ultimately chose to remain silent.

Act as if nothing has happened.

The Dragon King's silence speaks volumes about the arrogance of the Great hope Sword Sect.

Now, he had actually run right into the eyes of the Great hope Sword Sect!

The tiger dived with all its might, moving so fast that it left a white trail in the water. It fled frantically, desperately!

It wants to escape, it wants to escape!

Suddenly, it heard the sound of a zither.

Thousands of meters below the surface of the sea, it heard the sound of a zither.

No, it wasn't the sound of a zither. It was the cry of a sword.

It didn't come from beside my ears, but from within my own body, as if a sword had awakened within my bones and blood.

broken.

That was its last thought.

A beam of sword light shot out from its body, piercing through its massive form from the inside out.

Its mountain-like body was as fragile as paper before that sword light, silently being sliced ​​into several pieces. Blood and bits of flesh slowly spread in the deep sea, forming a dark red flower.

It swaggered arrogantly across the sea, acting like a god or demon in the face of pseudo-magic cultivators. But against a true magic sword cultivator like Wu Mengsheng, it was utterly powerless.

Because he is not a true practitioner of the Dharma.

On the boat, Wu Mengsheng finished his song, and everyone present was astonished.

The people who were just moments ago in a panic and running around were now frozen in place, staring in astonishment at the blind man slowly descending from the sky.

Their mouths were agape, and their eyes were wide open.

It turns out that this blind man playing the piano haphazardly is actually quite skilled.

Wu Mengsheng's face remained expressionless, as if the blood-soaked sea and floating corpses of the previous battle were nothing more than a few specks of dust being brushed away.

He stepped onto the deck, his voice carrying clearly throughout the ship: "Set sail. Don't delay my journey."

He was going to the south of the South China Sea to have a sword duel, to keep the promise he made twenty years ago.

No one can stop him.

Soon, the captain, first mate, and others, who had been hiding in some corner, emerged sheepishly, their faces still covered in cold sweat, and hurriedly directed the crew to raise the sails and set sail.

The giant loach slowly turned and headed towards the storm that stretched across the sky like a giant wall.

The ship rocked and swayed slightly in the wind and waves, more undulating than before, but it could still manage. Without the encirclement of the Jinghai Guard and the Seven Sea Guards, this bit of wind and waves was nothing to the Great Sea Loach.

Qi Fei, holding the piglet, leaned against the railing and listened to Wu Mengsheng's song.

He glanced down at the piglet in his arms and said, "Isn't this unexpected?"

The little pig stared in astonishment at the still-lingering blood mist on the sea surface, its nose twitching incessantly. The strong smell of seafood in the air could be smelled even from this distance.

Hearing Qi Fei's words, it suddenly came to its senses, forcing an awkward smile onto its face: "What are you saying, boss? I don't understand at all."

Her words were soft and gentle, but her eyes darted around.

In fact, when Tiger Guard and Seven Sea Guards surrounded it menacingly, it was first worried, then afraid, and then a thought quietly popped into its head.

This might be an opportunity. As long as things get chaotic, as long as Qi Fei gets entangled, it can take advantage of the chaos to escape.

But now, the opportunity is gone.

All of this is thanks to Wu Mengsheng.

It glanced at the blind man furtively, its heart seething with hatred.

Who knew that such a skilled blind man was hidden on this wrecked ship!

On the high seas, you'll find all sorts of people!

Qi Fei didn't expose him, but cupped his hands in greeting to Wu Mengsheng, who was walking in from outside, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, your swordsmanship is excellent."

Wu Mengsheng tilted his head slightly and asked, "You know about swords?"

Qi Fei said, "I know a little bit."